Pier. How now? hark ye, prince.
Ant. God be with you.
Pier. Nay, noble blood, I hope ye not suspect——
Ant. Suspect! I scorn’t. Here’s cap and leg, good night.
[Aside.] Thou that wants power, with dissemblance fight.
[Exit Antonio.
Pier. Madam, O that you could remember to forget——
Mar. I had a husband and a happy son.
Pier. Most powerful beauty, that enchanting grace——
Mar. Talk not of beauty, nor enchanting grace,—— 170
My husband’s dead, my son’s distraught, accurs’d!
Come, I must vent my griefs, or heart will burst.
[Exit Maria.